She had quit trying to pretend that she felt shy. She couldn't help the wild, savage feelings taking over her body. She was enjoying this as much as anything in her life.
She felt him take his fingers out of her. She felt his cock rubbing against the outside of her thighs. He moved closer and his hands started caressing her swollen tits again.
She didn't protest when he moved his body over hers. She screamed in pleasure when she felt the first hot contact of his fat cock head with her cunt. She spread her legs a little wider. She could feel him moving his cock around inside her cunt opening.
'Do you want me to put it in, baby?' Judson Fisher asked. 'Do you want to get your little ass fucked off?'
'Yes,' Carol moaned. 'That's what I want. I want to be fucked. I want you to give it to me now!'
He pressed forward and she felt her cunt walls spreading to admit his fat cock head. Suddenly she felt his cock half inside her. She could feel his cock head against her cherry.
He gave another push and easily broke her cherry. He slammed into her all the way.
'Oh baby,' she screamed. 'Oh, I've never felt anything like that in my life!'
There had been very little pain for her. It was not the sort of thing that she should have been afraid of for so long. Instead, she felt hot tingles coming up from her pussy and spreading through her body. She knew her pussy juices had already started wetting his cock.
'You're a hot piece,' Judson said. 'You're a fucking hot piece of ass. I always knew you'd be a hot piece!'
He began to fuck her with hard, deep strokes. After the first few minutes of being uncomfortable, she could feel the tingles starting again. She could feel his huge cock head rubbing against her clitty each time he thrust into her.
'That's what I want,' she moaned. 'That's what I like! Oh, do me good!'
He slipped his hands under her and lifted up her ass. She could feel his fat cock head getting deeper into her pussy. Her entire body seemed to rock with excitement. She started lifting her body so she could rub her melon-shaped tits against his chest.
'You're really something, baby!' he gasped. 'I've never had a fucking piece of ass like yours. You're tighter than shit, baby!'
She started feeling the fires in her cunt growing hotter. Her legs felt weak.
She kept lifting her ass as high as she could. She wanted him to feel the excitement she was feeling.
'Oh fuck!' she screamed. 'I'm going to come. Oh fuck, Mr. Fisher. Fuck me! It feels so good, so good, so fucking good! I'm coming! I'm coming! FUUUCK ME!'
His cock was pounding her as the first delicious spasms of pleasure rocked her body. She kept lifting her ass up to meet his powerful thrusting cock. The last spasms slowly passed through her body as her pussy juices drenched his cock.
'Oh,' she moaned. 'Oh, I've never felt anything like that before!'
He didn't slow his hard strokes. She could already feel his cock getting harder and dripping inside her. She wrapped her arms tightly around his back and held him close. She had never felt a man come inside her before, and she was looking forward to this first time. She could feel his body shuddering as he thrust harder and harder.
'Baby!' she screamed. 'Oh baby, come in me!'
'I'm going to come in you, bitch,' he said. 'I'm going to shoot my fucking cum in your pussy! Baby, you're going to feel it shooting out through your asshole. Oh fuck, baby!'
He stabbed his hot cock deep into her pussy and she felt the exploding spurts of cum. He spurted again and again until she could feel cum dripping out of her pussy hole.
He stabbed his cock inside her one last time and she felt the final few drops of his cum leaking into her.
'Shit, baby,' he groaned. 'You are something else!'
CHAPTER TWO
Judson Fisher was a banker and his home was one of the most beautiful homes in town. It looked like a mansion to Carol Banister. She always felt a little shy when she walked up to the front door of the huge home. Especially now that Judson Fisher had fucked her. She didn't know how she was going to act when Mrs. Fisher opened the door.
She almost hoped it would be someone else who opened the door, but the gorgeous blond-haired Laura Fisher opened the door. Tonight she was even more gorgeous than usual. She had on a tight green skirt with a split up the side that showed a lot of her long, creamy-colored legs.
It was low cut in front and showed her big, round tits. Carol saw the hard points of her nipples pressing against the soft fabric.
'You're early tonight, Carol,' Lois said.
'Yes,' Carol stammered. 'I suppose I am.'
'Come on in. Billy's out playing, but he's supposed to be back by seven.'
Carol was blushing as she followed Mrs. Fisher into the living room where her husband was standing in front of his luxurious bar. He was dressed in an expensive-looking suit and was finishing off a drink.
'Hello, Carol,' he said, his face friendly.
Carol blushed a bright red. She couldn't understand how he could stand there being friendly after what had happened between them. She expected it to show in his face. Of course, it hadn't seemed to bother him the way it did her. It was as if he fucked teenage virgins all the time.
'We'll try not to be late tonight,' Judson said. 'I don't know what kind of party it'll turn out to be. You know how these things go. Be prepared.'
'I am,' Carol said. 'I brought some books to read.'
'Good.'
Carol saw then to the door and waved good-bye. Mr. Fisher kept acting like nothing had happened between them until his wife's back was turned. Then Carol felt him squeezing her ass cheek. Carol felt a tingle go through her body. She knew it was crazy, but she would have fucked Mr. Fisher right then and thered on the soft carpeted floor if he just suggested it. She wouldn't have struggled at all. She would have fucked him even in front of his wife.
Carol waited until their car had left the driveway and then she went into the kitchen. She hadn't eaten and there was always something good to eat in their kitchen. She fixed herself a sandwich and a glass of milk. She was sitting at the kitchen table eating it when Billy Fisher came home.
Billy Fisher was the only thing Carol hated about babysitting at the Fisher home. He was completely obnoxious for a boy his age. He had roaming eyes. He was always looking her up and down as if he knew what she looked like under her clothes. It turned her on when Mr. Fisher did that, but it made her kind of sick when his son did it.
'You're here already?' Billy asked.
'Doesn't it look like I'm here?'
'You're a real smart-ass, aren't you?' Billy asked.
'I wouldn't try to keep using that adult language with me, little boy,' Carol said. 'I'll wash your mouth out with soap.'
At one time Carol had been able to threaten Billy so that he would behave. But Billy had started to learn that Carol was not really capable of violence. He was getting harder and harder to handle. Carol would have stopped babysitting at the Fisher home if it wasn't for the fact that they paid so good, and the fact that she had a real crush on Mr. Fisher.
'You going to fix me something to eat?' Billy asked.
'What do you want?' Carol asked.
'I'm looking at it,' Billy said, looking right at the spot where her shapely tits pressed the halter top she wore, Carol tried not to let him see her blush, but it was hard. She looked angry.
